Chapter 1
Every person has at least 3 hugely tacky drunken moments in their lives. Recently chatting to friends and family I realized I could write a book of various drunken LCs that could cure and perhaps enhance others battling the morning after. Here are a few for the hall of fame. (Names have been excluded for self preservation purposes – except for family, they stuck with me no matter what).
Weird Sleeping places…
One friend found herself sleeping on her flat balcony after not having house keys, being unable to wake flat mate by hitting on her window with a broom and climbing over 3 other balconies, 3 times trying to see if their keys fitted her balcony door. Did I mention it was raining? She did however manage to sleep out there till 11 till her mates woke her because she was getting too sunburnt.
Another mate, one who is decidedly tall, got out of his bed, and climbed into the bath to sleep away the rest of the night. I must say, when I discovered him on my way to pee he looked hugely comfortable but I couldn’t understand why he had left a warm bed and gorgeous girlfriend for a bath?! Even if, by some small chance, she had kicked out of the b, there were 2 lovely soft couches on which he could lay his head. We still to this day do not know why he chose the welcoming walls of the bath to rest.
One night my brother decided it was far too much effort to unlock his flat door that was right by the gate he had just come in through. So he walked around to the front garden and chose to sleep in my Wendy house.
My sister, on a drunken camping trip fell in a dug out ditch that was used to mark the different camping areas for different parties. After many failed attempts to get out of the ditch, she decided to just sleep there. The people who had sat and watched her try to battle her way out of the ditch for half an hour eventually rescued her.
Another mate of mine decided that he needed to sleep and wasn’t patient enough to wait for us to finish off our dancing. He vanished. On our way to the car I phoned to find out where he was situated and he told me he was at the car. What he failed to mention was that he was lying next to the car, sleeping on the tar, extremely happy. He then refused to get up because he was comfortable. But this feeling didn’t stop him from moaning that he had to lie on the tar and wait for us (men!).
End of Chapter 1.
Remain Infinitely Cute
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PMS and CBS, a combination that should never be and yet cannot exist apart. Head for the lifeboats, MEN and children first....
2 comments:
oh, the tar dude was funny. i'v got a story too. dont know if you have those places or no, but we do and i do not know their correct name, so i ll try to explain...so those places were people sleep it off, were police takes them. one of those places. the evening started with 4 mates, in the end all the 4 had departed and everyone were situated in odd places. one of them was sleeping infront of that building i mentioned above. second guy reached home, almost, he was sleeping under cherry tree, one of the 2 other ones didnt know where he was and the last one, dont remember where he was located. oh and once one of these guys was sleeping in front of a bar, of course there were pocketthieves...
hahahaha, its amazing where people end up FGM. some of us are truly hopeless
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